Alison winced as she finished the buttons on a pair of trousers. Tying the thread off and sticking her needle into the nearby pincushion, she held them up to inspect before folding the trousers and placing them on the table. Her hands were still sore; a few blisters had popped and some calluses were beginning to form on her fingertips, but not all of them had grown hard yet. But there was work to be done, and as long as she wasn't bleeding all over work orders, she would continue to focus on them.
She was working from home today, while Benedict was at his own shop- she knew he'd lost several days of progress on his studio while she was recovering from her own manic episode, but she'd assured him that she would be okay at home and that she'd reach out if she started to feel strange at all. Standing, she smoothed down the skirt of her housecoat, then crossed from the front room to the kitchen, where she made herself a sandwich and some tea, settling down for a small break.
She'd just finished and was pouring herself another cup of tea when she heard the knock and the door open- there were only a few people that the wards would let in like that, and she made her way out to greet whoever it was. "Hello, Lux," she greeted her sister with a smile, hoping the younger one would remember who she was this time. "How are you?"